Worry creased Grayson's brow at the sluggishness of Kelley's response and movements, half wondering whether he should call for help or just leave him be. The saner part of himself told him he should go, but he didn't have it in him to just leave someone to the elements when they were clearly not in a right state of mind. He bit his lip, glancing over his shoulder behind him to see about getting someone to lend him an owl or something, when Kelley started speaking.
The response confused him, which only made his urge to call for someone that much stronger, especially after seeing how difficult it was for the guy to focus on him. He was about to ask him if there was somebody he could contact for him, to get him out of the alley and somewhere dry, but again was cut off by the accusation thrown his way. "Do I know you?" was at the tip of his tongue, mind searching frantically when Kelley tipped himself. Grayson instinctively lunged forward to catch him, but wasn't quite fast enough to be the knight in shining armour, instead tripping over himself and landing before Kelley did. "I'm not going anywhere!" he rushed out, anxious that if he didn't make that clear, the guy was going to end up sprawled across the alley. "Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Naïve as Grayson was, he honestly couldn't tell the affects of substance abuse when seeing them with his own eyes. He wanted to help, but he didn't know how.